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Born for Joy
He was born for joy,
Never despises some potatoes
Sometimes suffers agonies
Sells the soul cheap
He gets up every day, eager to go to the square
His quirks are removed with the fire of a drink
Let them say it's already day, let the early morning die
Let the last breeze blow, poisoned last hour
He lies down at noon
With a pretty face
Thinking a thousand silly things
Looking for the bed on all fours
A lost look
Dilated pupils
Here no god laughs
Damn the early light
Because when one gets involved
The early morning deceives him
And the nine symphonies
Are heard from the pillow
And the truth is not going bad for the kid
Because he knows that time is running out
And he opens the windows and starts blowing
The breeze of dawn
A night of pack when he left his house
It was a very cold night and even the rats were freezing
And I found him asleep all covered in frost
Come on, it's very cold, come on, go back home
You shouldn't have gone out, you've already had a lot of fun
I find you very drunk, my soul shrinks
And the truth is not going bad for the kid
Because he knows that time is running out
And he opens the windows and starts blowing
The breeze of dawn
And the truth is not going bad for the kid
Because he knows that time is running out
And he opens the windows and starts blowing
The breeze of dawn
